For a long time now I have tried simply to write the best I can. Sometimes I have good luck and write better than I can.

I haven't done a marathon for a long time. So we'll see. I will need good luck.

For luck you carried a horse chestnut and a rabbit's foot in your right pocket. The fur had been worn off the rabbit's foot long ago and the bones and the sinews were polished by the wear. The claws scratched in the lining of your pocket and you knew your luck was still there.

He was just a coward and that was the worst luck any many could have.

Good luck is a residue of preparation.

Good night, and good luck.